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Cycle Of Nirvana

Author's note: There are bloody scenes, brutality and torture in the story. There are also mysteries that will gradually be revealed for mystery lovers. I warn in advance that those with weak hearts may tremble after reading it. --------------------- In my childhood, I grew up enduring hardships thanks to the love of my stepfather. No one in my clan liked me. To them, I was nothing but useless garbage. At that time, I thought my sufferings were too great. Now that I think about it, those troubles were actually as insignificant as a grain of sand in a huge desert. It was thanks to the events that began with my learning that I was a Chosen after I left my clan. Who had chosen me? What did it mean to be chosen? What was I chosen for? I didn't know that back then. All I knew was the existence of the book in my soul, which taught me more about it as I got stronger and there were other chosen ones besides me. If I could go back in time, would I do the things I did again? Would I be naive enough to make that bloody decision again? Could I have guessed that the truth was so cruel? In a world full of mysteries where the law of the jungle reigns, the great and colossal journey of someone who people wouldn't even call garbage.

Uragos · แฟนตาซี
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Wave Upon Wave (5)

As a male silhouette came to life in her mind, her already hazy gaze no longer saw Asil's current face, but a face in her memories, sometimes stubborn, sometimes indifferent, sometimes cold, sometimes submissive, and sometimes smiling.

Her most precious memory, which she did not even know whether she had experienced or not, had a very special place for her. The male silhouette in her memory was different for her from all others. While the others were afraid of her, unable to look at her in front of her, or tried to be forcefully graceful, that silhouette in her memories was neither frightened, graceful, nor averted.

His gaze, free from dirty thoughts, had penetrated into her soul and made her feel things she had not felt before. She didn't know whether these memories were from her previous life or her own that she had lost while she was cursed, but all that mattered was that she remembered how precious that silhouette was to her and how painful it was to lose her.